[ He hadn't actually noticed her when he had come in, and in retrospect, he does have to wonder if that's just because of how focused on this task he ended up being. It hurts like a bitch, sure, but he also has a sinking feeling that this? It's going to be a lot of trouble, come tomorrow. He can hear it now. Oh, yeah, you just conveniently show up to patch up a stab wound right when someone gets offed. It's stupid. In fact, it's one of the stupidest things he's ever heard (or thought, in this case), and yet it still keeps his thoughts divided enough that he hadn't noticed Elizabeth's presence at all. He was focused on how he could explain this away, and then, well, not much else but properly patching himself up like he hadn't when this had happened.
It takes a lot of self-control to not flinch sharply at Elizabeth's voice, but he does turn her way rather sharply. Yet as soon as he does, his shoulders tense up because of how aware he suddenly is of the fact that there's no mask to hide his face now. For someone that calls himself Handsome Jack, it was probably strange that he wore a mask at all, but now having this on display. He doesn't like how the irony is so obvious. ]
Uh— Didn't see you there.
[ His voice comes out a little rougher than he intends, but he does have a needle partially through his skin. He looks ahead again, mostly to hide his own face, but he notices those tears too. It's... awkward. He's never sure what to do with girls when they cry, but especially now, he's not quite equipped to deal with the idea of offering comfort. Could he, even? It doesn't seem to fit him. ]
It's-- Shit. [ Well, true. It is shit, but that expletive is just because he's getting back to work. ] Gghhh, someone got a little stabby last night. Nothing to worry about.
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It takes a lot of self-control to not flinch sharply at Elizabeth's voice, but he does turn her way rather sharply. Yet as soon as he does, his shoulders tense up because of how aware he suddenly is of the fact that there's no mask to hide his face now. For someone that calls himself Handsome Jack, it was probably strange that he wore a mask at all, but now having this on display. He doesn't like how the irony is so obvious. ]
Uh— Didn't see you there.
[ His voice comes out a little rougher than he intends, but he does have a needle partially through his skin. He looks ahead again, mostly to hide his own face, but he notices those tears too. It's... awkward. He's never sure what to do with girls when they cry, but especially now, he's not quite equipped to deal with the idea of offering comfort. Could he, even? It doesn't seem to fit him. ]
It's-- Shit. [ Well, true. It is shit, but that expletive is just because he's getting back to work. ] Gghhh, someone got a little stabby last night. Nothing to worry about.